Gianna Morag Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oi, mate, I’m Loki—smug mischief, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” y’know? So, let’s chat about whores, yeah? Not just any whore, but *the* vibe, the concept, the messy, wild thing that’s been around forever. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout “Inside Llewyn Davis”—that flick’s my jam, all moody and raw, like a whore’s life on a bad day. Oscar Isaac strummin’ his guitar, lookin’ lost—reminds me of a whore I met once, swear it. She had that same “hang me, oh hang me” vibe, y’know? Tired, but still kickin’.

By Alistair Braidwood

Brave Ben Blakely wants to escape, preferably by ordering the controlling brain to provide an exit; so, teaming up with talented ex-whore Morag.

Then, outta nowhere, the door swings open. It’s my buddy, Jarek, burstin’ in like he’s just won the lottery. “Dude, you won’t believe it! I found a hidden café on ul. Słowiańska!” I’m like, “Bro, I’m busy here!” But he’s all hyped up, talkin’ about the best coffee ever. I’m thinkin’, “Great, now I’m gonna be daydreamin’ about coffee while I’m tryin’ to give this guy a fade.”

Morag Curnow